His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 108

The privacy screen slid down, and Casper, tense and edgy, barked at the driver, "Turn around and head to Henderson Estate."

As soon as the car began to turn, Casper abruptly shouted, "Stop. You, get out."

His tone had shifted from gentle to ice-cold, his eyes hard as he gave the command. Eliza shot him a glance before opening the door and stepping out.

As always, one call from Nova, and he’d ditch her without a second thought. Early in their marriage, Eliza used to cry, throw fits, and angrily demand why he treated her this way.

Now? She was used to it. It didn’t matter anymore.

Standing by the roadside, she tried to hail a cab. But after a long wait, nothing came by. A white BMW pulled up next to her, the window rolling down to reveal Zach's face.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said, sliding off his sunglasses with a grin.

Eliza didn’t want to engage. She looked down at her phone, trying to book a ride.

Zach got out of the driver’s seat, hands casually shoved into his pockets, and sauntered to Eliza. “Tough spot to catch a cab, huh? Let me guess, Casper ditched you again? He went off to see... Nova?”

"Zach, stay away from me," she said, disgust evident in her voice.

Zach didn’t seem fazed. In fact, he looked amused. “Hey, this is fate. Let me give you a lift.”

"No, thanks."

"Come on, I want to chat. Do you want to know how your dad ended up behind bars? What he went through in there? Was it suicide or murder?" Zach’s tone was casual, but his eyes were locked onto Eliza's face. “I know a lot of inside info.”

Eliza’s eyes narrowed. She stared at Zach. He was just as despicable as Casper.

She couldn’t hold back any longer, and slapped him.

Zach laughed again. He turned away, shaking his head, then looked back at Eliza. “You need to learn to trust me again.”

“I’m not interested.”

Eliza walked away. She didn’t want to stay near Zach; he was like a poisonous flower—beautiful, captivating, but deadly.

Zach was dangerous to everyone.

“Hey, Eliza,” Zach called after her. “I really have evidence that Casper framed your father. I can give it to you, no strings attached. Do you want it?”

Eliza stopped. She wanted it. Badly.

Should she trust him?